Lyrics:
grandmothers with their cosmetic surgeons
Do their best to look like they're still in high-school
Crazy ain't original these days
The world was going half-crazy
piercing deodorized nerves
Cosmetic procedures on the cartilage of apocalypse
Mannequin tycoons with airport piano bar mystiques
Remodeling conjugal
little flaw, the green eyes
I had to penalize, 'cause they was bought in a store
A synthetic cosmetic, it was pathetic
If they was real, then yo she
Airbrushed memories strewn like pamphlets into fifth Mississippis
Time-lapse footage of duct-taped lies
Animal frequencies pinching deodorized nerves
Cosmetic
Allah's Lexus
The realest nigga alive, no prosthetics or cosmetics
Might catch the Holy Ghost and start speaking in Nas records, haan-haan-haan
Said he
that MAC paint on your face like cosmetics
Chucking up big ass B's is my fetish
Type of shit that make you go brazy if I let it
Niggas got zippers,
cosmetic
I move niggas telekinetic, who want to set it
[Prodigy]
Yo yo move...
Me and my dogs comin through
We the grain, go against us you feel pain
little flaw, the green eyes
I had to penalize, 'cause they was bought in a store
A synthetic cosmetic, it was pathetic
If they was real, then yo she
A voice soft as lint mashed up with shades of pink
Hide your genetics under drastic cosmetics
But this chameleon magic is renowned to be tragic
Look
A HAIRSPRAY ADVERT
OR COSMETICS COMPANY WHERE ALL HER MAKEUP'S FREE
I CAN'T BELIEVE I WORKED IN A FACTORY
MAKING RUBBER GLOVES EVERYDAY
WELL THAT KINDA FUTURE
The cosmetic set changes
And the minimal shuffling of the deck
Of the cast of characters
Attila the Haig transformed into Peanuts
Called Schultz up on Capitol
[Intro:]
[VERSE:]
She's got everything she needs and it isn't you
A cosmetic arsenal a bucket of glue
Signs on her back that say Keep
shit is just cheesy
It's the 311 bliss, too smooth for pissed
Lyrics talkin' loud again, yeah, we are the party men
Cosmetics that you fretted, we sport
cosmetic
I move niggas telekinetic, who want to set it
[Prodigy]
Yo yo move...
Me and my dogs comin through
We the grain, go against us you feel pain
yeah, our marriage
Make sure you make a hundred Ms off cosmetics
When I decide to get you a ring, I'm gettin' all carats
And they sneak diss from fake
man Gumby
Twisted, the mime of the floods, Steven Spiel', drama
105.6, Llama
Cosmetic classical, Slomin's shield, biography fill
Watch me heal half
wonder,
Waking a bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil
Which we carry deep inside
faces cosmetic
She heard about me first she was sour
Now she sweet like a diabetic
That's that fake shit I don't like
Hang around and steal my light
This
Charlotte's
Hornet, back her up, she too much on it
Your plastic- get swiped
Past the limit, see, you the type
To get yo' cosmetics smeared on pillows all
This song's makeup made second rate
Cosmetic music, powderpuff
Pop tunes, false rhymes, all lightweight bluff
Second-hand ideas, no soul, no hate
never shuts off
Is nothing but a used machine
Your aluminum finish, slightly diminished
Is the best I've ever seen
Cosmetic baby, plug into me
Shawshank
Givin the Lord thanks for days in this place
Where people do anything to get it
Cash or credit
Crack sales or Mary Kay cosmetics
Park bench, demo
I've walked down high streets looking through windows.
I've been lost in crowds of strangers.
Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles, phone
as big as an atomic-bomb
Wipe off my cosmetic tears
I'm seeing red
I open my eyes
It roots me to the spot
So young at heart
Independent in thought
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